Oh, How I Love Thee!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
One of the biggest signs of Summer’s Ending—besides
The changing of the evening light
The subtle but real feeling in the air
More gold in the golden hour of morning or evening
The gradual fading of the trees’ leaves
The flowers blooming less; setting seeds
The crickets chirping loudly each and every night—the grasshoppers in giant-form now
It’s the daily whisper from the birds. “Go! They sing—Go we must—the south is calling and we must go.”
Look to the skies now and watch your feeders. The little summer birds are leaving us. “Goodbye, they call. Goodbye until we meet again.”
“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.”–Helen Keller
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
As the night started wrapping its arms around each and every living thing on our part of the earth
I took a short walk to see if I could photograph the moon.
Then later, much later (sometimes it’s hard to sleep) I went out to try again.
It’s not the best, but our new technology with our cell phones is-well, just short of amazing.
“Come with me to visit the sunflowers; they are shy but want to be friends.”–Mary Oliver
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Time to head out
Third cutting of Alfalfa
You can’t see it, but at least 1,000 hay bales are cut and drying out there.
(It’s the simple things that bring such joy, you know 🙂 )
“Palm trees, ocean breeze, balmy air, sun-kissed air. That endless summer, take me there.”–Michele Elder
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Boy, was it ever hot for a spell. A long-long-long spell.
Good Rain!
Nothing to complain about rain!
Mom and Dad said: YAY!!!
“August slipped away into a moment in time, ’cause it was never mine.”–Taylor Swift
TLC and Boo Berry
(Mom forgot to get photos of us in the rain so she used these from a while back. It pretty much looks the same!)
The light is changing. Truly changing.
Summer is starting its migration to the other part of our globe. The nights are creeping longer and longer; the plants and the soil are beginning to sigh.
The animals are ramping up eating and gathering…
It’s all there, even if the heat is still going strong —
“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea. Drink the wild air.”–Ralph Waldo Emerson
From my world to your heart,
Linda
There is a small window of time in August when you can feel the ending of Summer
A stillness —- a time of mellow quiet
I felt it last night. A promise of over-the-top heat ending and the mellow ripeness of Autumn coming.
A Turn is starting to occur. We may still have some heat, but not like before, for not as long.
Not for long.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda